A/N: Okay I hate poetry and as you can tell I really suck at it. This is written for the Snapoetry thread
at the Teacher's Lounge
WARNING VERY BAD EMO POETRY
Self-Hate King
He stalks the corridors, to the dungeons.
'Arrogant little twat,' he spits to himself. 'Just like his father.'
He stops to growl a two students who have the misfortune of crossing his path.
'Why did the boy have to have her eyes?' he asks himself entering his room.
He looks around his room assuring he is alone, and walks to his desk. He sits down and speaks the incantation revealing the hidden drawer. He removes a leather bound book and flips to an empty page.
He opens the small wooden box containing a black feathered quill.
He starts to write feeling the quill dig into the flesh, relishing in the pain and seeing the blood on the page.
I see you in the green of spring
also in the black of night
tears fall through straining fingers
blood flows from cuts of guilt
the pain won't leave
my only living friend
midnight visits
finding me afraid
I rail against the light
shutting my eyes
seeing only the green
knowing only despise
I see you in the red
of my blood and pain
your love given
to another man
Pain rips through
my body to the ground
my chest, my legs, my arms
the self-hate king crowned
He closes the book and returns to his classroom. He sweeps into the dungeon and looks at the students in front of him. Sitting at the front table is the boy, looking at him with the eyes of his mother.